1. Oasis in the wilderness of distance, I yearned for it
Its shade and my stay there were made forbidden

2. For whom are gardens created if not for a poet
A little tenderness from you, not a little pain

3. O Qais, be gentle with my soul
For the winds of the desert exhaust my flowers

4. And I warbled to them while they were in full bloom
And how many flowers die far from the gardener

5. I knew you as a child in your shadows, playing
We sang and frolicked like light and clothes

6. And we toyed with the world that did not toy with us
How then did we become laden with sins

7. O Qais how much injustice does passion breed
Hypocritically, and people insist only on its torment

8. And its breaths are the fragrance of flowers to them
Why then did they allow burning for its melted remains

9. Shall I conceal my love or kindle confusion
By feigning love for one I do not love, how can I live a hypocrite

10. I am art and artist, I could not live speaking
If my art were not like my heart, sincere

11. You are the prophet of love, O Qais, so live far
From the world's sorrows and its people

12. Sing to it like bees granting it honey
Deliciously, and receive death with thanks for its offering

13. My nights, I have nothing but your beauty inspiring me
And I have nothing but your presence today blossoming me

14. I wasted away at dawn's languor, so have mercy on a lad
Who loved you and was patient when captured

15. My nights, if you are not in my remembrance
Or whispering feelings, welcoming them

16. Then my faithful soul has no existence or mention
Like the people of graves

17. Your tenderness, O Laila, your tenderness
For I am more pliant than inspiration overflowing within you

18. And in my throbbing heart are your motives from you
And in my broken voice the echo of your blossoms

19. There are wounds, secrets in my soul, profound
I hide them though love refuses their concealment

20. Far from forgetfulness and sleep ever
My allegiance, never will I accept its disgrace

21. It will remain purely faithful
And if it has ruined me and ended my happiness

22. It will remain for all time proof
Of my love and title to my supreme worship

23. My wounds are the most enduring, my wounds are those
Which poetry relieves, though failing

24. I hated my life, then returned hoping
My life as if by torment I am cleansed

25. My life, what is the meaning of my life when I remain
A stranger to the world for your distance, O Laila

26. O twin of my soul, we have been strangers since
Unity was denied us though it better suited us

27. And your right did not distance you from me, busy
And my nearness is not strange nearness

28. For you are, despite your distance, all encompassing
My existence and dreams, passion and reality

29. A time will come when fate repents in remorse
And what benefit to me if it repents

30. If I lived deluded by dreams
I would become a planet or dust, indifferent

31. Gently, O Qais, gentleness, for we are
Nobler than wicked fate and its people

32. We will live an eternal life in memory
And rise above the vileness of time and its humiliation

33. Farewell then, O idol of my soul, and a kiss
My mouth will remain sweet with it and peace

34. Farewell, for if you cannot bear its burden
Then let your wise mind ignore it

35. Your tenderness, O Laila, ah Laila
It has passed

36. And the beautiful dream departed when it transcended
I will traverse this universe searching for them

37. Even if I lose my mind and die of passion